Ze Drabbler

A collection of drabbles created solely for those close to my heart.

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“Ask the priest.” Sora + Alex

“Bless them father, for they have sinned.” Sora sighed dramatically. Alex rolled his eyes and instructed the listless Second Gen’s what to do and where to go as Sora watched with a smirk. As soon as the group had wandered off he turned towards her with narrowed eyes, but she cut off his scolding. “You know, I’m pretty sure I can get my hands on a short plaid pleated skirt. I can work a Catholic schoolgirl angle.” She murmured, pulling him forward by his black and white collar.

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“Have you considered my offer?” Jordan + Vincent

“You’ve never been a younger sibling, but imagine, perhaps, that you disagreed with your parents rule. And not for arbitrary reasons, or petty jealousy- but because they were endangering the Clan. But you love them, right? That was never in question. You have Anshar, and Mina… Adriana is the last family I have. She’s not only my Queen, but my sister. I don’t want to have to kill, and that’s exactly what she’ll make me do.”

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“Do you remember me?” Perry + Murdoch

The chains clinked as he shifted in the darkened corner of his cell. A fetid stench permeated the air, a scent heavy with infection. His back screamed in protest at the small movements, though his arms had blessedly long gone numb.

He ran a dry tongue over cracked lips before speaking in a raspy whisper, “The vampire with many names.”

Perry looked at the archangel in horror, his eyes pausing on the mess across his back before comprehension crossed his features.

“They took your wings.” He murmured. Murdoch’s face crumpled and he started to pull on his restraints, bellowing incoherently, his wrists bleeding as Perry tried to quiet him.

“Shut up! Murdoch, shut up! Danae is here! We’re getting you out, but you need to shut up!”

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“Why can’t you tell me?” - Theodore and Tempest

Theo dug the end of the walking stick into the ground, his jaw clenching as his lips curved into his characteristic scowl. He shook his head and shrugged a shoulder. “It’s not my secret to tell.” Thanks for nothing, Lie. He thought sourly, watching the woman’s face darken as she stomped past him, clearly unhappy with his response. 

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Danger Zone

“You belong to me.” Something was very wrong. Not just because of his obviously terrifying behavior. His hand pressed tightly over her mouth and she was pinned to the wall, his knee shoved between her legs so she couldn’t kick at him like she’d done when he’d done this in the past. But this wasn’t just him keeping her quiet so he could get his piece out, his eyes were liquid gold and his whole frame shivered, making him look slightly blurry. His nose pressed into her cheek and he inhaled, exhaling a low, rolling growl just before she slowly raised her free hand to stroke his cheek, the urge to rake her nails across his skin overwhelming.

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Bro Code

“I feel numb.” Alric tossed another branch into the bonfire and shook his hand. “All these years, I wanted you to come back. I wanted you to be my Second, to be Pack again. But you already got a pack. And she’s heading outta these mountains right now cause you’ve always been too stubborn to admit when you need someone.” He laughed morosely, shaking his head. “That’s exactly why Kiera ended up a wolf when that was the last thing she wanted. You and I have the same problem.”

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I Can Fix This

“Take. This. Off.”

Alric stood his ground, watching Kiera attempt to shift while she wore the bespelled straight jacket. “You can’t control your wolf, Ki, and you won’t answer to my call. I can’t let you go out on a moon, not in these mountains, not anywhere.” If it had been almost anyone else he would have put them down. It was almost comical, that now, of all times, he could recognize her as his mate. When she screamed at him, foam and spittle dripping from her mouth, he crouched just beyond her reach. “It’s okay though, I’m going to fix this. The only reason you’re not able to be my pack is cause an Alpha stronger than me changed you. But I’m gonna fix that. I’m gonna kill him.”

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You Ask Too Much

“Then why do you say you love me?”

Elias clutched his hands in front of himself and worked his jaw to keep all the ugly words inside of him. “You think because I don’t want to turn my sister into the authorities, people who will sentence her to death, that I don’t love you?” “You know she wants me dead, I’ve seen it.” “I’m not going to let that happen!” “You can’t control it like that, Elias!” She shouted, throwing her hands in the air. “And what if turning her in is what leads her to attacking you?” He demanded. “What if that’s what sets off that bloody chain of events? This isn’t some Gene thing, no matter how much you may wish that I was him, this is not Gene protecting Francesca Capone. I’m protecting my sister. I can’t- I won’t be the person that sentences her to death. I won’t be behind that.”

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You Can’t Sit With Us

“Be friends with someone else.” 

The words hurt more than the cold tea that had been thrown into his face. He ran a hand across his brow, and looked up at her, seeing a bit of hurt and regret flicker across her expression. It was that brief glimpse behind her cool facade that helped him keep his composure. “You can stay mad at me as long as you want, Amelie, but unless you’re going to go to Norah Harrington and tell her that I’m untrustworthy and don’t have her bloody best interest at heart, you’re going to have to learn to live with me.”

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Don’t Go Where I Can’t Follow

“Don’t you dare close your eyes on me.”

A distant part of her wanted to tell the storm girl that it didn’t really matter if her eyes were opened or closed, people died with their eyes open all the time. Tempest was screaming, holding her, trying to pull her into her lap as if her very proximity could stave off death. Pain kept rushing over her like a tide, rolling over her to the point where she couldn’t breathe, and then rolling away, leaving her gasping and aware. In these moments, when she wasn’t too astounded by the pain, she tried to clutch Tempe’s arm to let her know that she wasn’t going without a fight.

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Thirsty

“How long are you going to keep this up?”

The knife come down hard and she looked to the ceiling as if asking the heavens for strength. “As long as I can.” She assured him, not meeting his gaze and going back to slicing pieces into thin pieces. When he moved further into the room and towards her, she held up her knife defensively. “Dont. I’m done dating Second Gens and you make Nate look like a saint.” She dropped the knife when she realized she was gesturing with it and scooped the apple slices into a bowl. 

“Who said anything about dating?” Alex smirked.

Sora gave him an exhausted look, “Is that supposed to appeal to me? Do I look like Natalie to you?”

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Survival of the Fittest

“Kindly get the hell away from me.”

“Sure thing, lady, once you have over our supplies.” Theo said, not flinching at the crossbow that as leveled at his chest. She didn’t look anything like Elijah had speculated. In fact, if he didn’t know better, he would have thought she’d lived in Asphodel.

“That’s not going to happen.” The woman replied sternly.

“Look, you and your friend have supplies, that bag is all me and mine have. I’m not going anywhere without it.” The moment his foot moved forward, there was a whooshing sound, a thud, and suddenly a quiver was embedded into his shoulder.

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Feast of Fools

“I love this song!”

Alric laughed at Kiera’s exclamation and cocked his head as she danced in a circle around him. “You’ve never even heard this song!” He accused, shivering as her hands slipped over his back and chest as she passed.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t love it.” She argued, pulling on his hands in an attempt to get him to dance with her. “No no, trust me, dancing is not one of my skills.” He said, flustered as she spun beneath his arms.

“You don’t need to dance, I will.” She whispered, pulling him down to her level.

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Vacation

“Make me!”

Runa looked up from here she reclined on the cushy beach chair. They’d been visiting her island, the one she’d been raised on, for a little under a week. However, she was beginning to suspect that Anshar was growing restless. He stood directly in her sunlight and she pulled off the sunglasses that Mina had packed for her.

“Weren’t you the one that suggested this?” She sighed, looking up at him. He folded his arms over his chest in response and stored down at her with a stupid, gorgeous, taunting smirk.

“Really?” She grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him down, but instead she was lifted into the air, screaming and smacking his butt as he carried her towards the Mediterranean. “Anshar, don’t you dare!” She cried, her nails digging into his backside before she was gracelessly dumped into the ocean.

Anshar soon followed. 

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A Pirates Favorite Letter

“Whose idea was it to steal that pirate ship, anyway?”

Doc looked over at his tiny raven haired love and seethed through his teeth. “Yours.” And so there they were, stuck in uncomfortable clothing, with no undergarments, in the goddamn caribbean, his Fury by his side having the time of her life, and he trying to recall how to wield a sword with less girth than his dick.

“I HATE THIS TIME PERIOD!” He cried, slashing and dashing and dodging every blow as Dani did the same while laughing.

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Fond Farewell

“Guess this is pretty much goodbye then.”

Sydney looked at the tiles on the floor, focusing on the patterns she saw there instead of the uncomfortable itch at the back of her throat. How many times had she walked across this threshold and never noticed how pretty the stupid tiles were? Of course, the eight by four squares probably cost more than her car alone but that was Perry all over. Extravagance over convenience, any day of the week.

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.” She said, surprised that her voice didn’t waver. She looked up at him, her eyes searching his face for...what? Despair? Grief? Desire? All she saw was that blank, stoic vampire look he had patented for when he was ‘dealing’ with something. If he was uncomfortable, it was only because she was drawing this out.

“So you stay put and we’re square.” Not that it seemed she had to convince him, not like he was demanding to go with. “Contract terminated.” The witch lifted her chin and forced a smirk to her lips. “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Cannaday.” And with that, she turned on her heel and headed back down the drive, not allowing herself a last look over her shoulder.

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No Other Way

"It would be the end of this world and the future as well."

Sydney stared down at her hands, the enormity of what Dani was telling her all too unreal. Doc was gone. Perry was gone. And George. Her Georgie…

“It doesn’t matter.” She finally croaked, clearing her throat and looking up. Her eyes were raw and red from crying. If she turned her head she could still smell Perry’s cologne in the fibers of her shirt. George’s cross hung from her neck. And the ugly yellow beetle sat out front with no one left to protect it.

“I’ll do it.” She agreed. “You don’t have to convince me, Dani, I’ll do it. I mean, what’s the worst that can happen? We die? I’m not scared of that anymore.”